Without You

Chapter Twenty Six

April 5th

"Summer get up we're for leaving Pineapple Dance Studios in half an hour" Jack called from outside my bedroom door.

Jack was my new manager. He started on the last day of March, so far he's doing good. He knows One Direction and Billy and he is much nicer than I expected, and good looking too. Why he chose to go into the management business and not the modeling business I do not know. He has naturally tanned skin, dark brown hair with a dark shade of blue eyes and he practically lives in jeans and checkered shirts. But I'm not complaining.

I woke up in a fairly good mood so we were out of the door earlier than we needed to be.

"Is it just choreography today?" I asked Jack sleepily.

"Yes then you'll be recording for the music video on the 8th" He replied smiling at me. I returned his smile then continued to watch the rain slide down the car window.

We didn't get a lot done. In fact we got hardly anything done due to the boys messing around.

"Oh come on Summer we're only having a bit of fun" Louis and Harry kept telling me whilst the choreographer and Billy moaned at them.

"FROM THE TOP" Our choreographer shouted at us. I wasn't the only one getting pissed off, the dancers were getting pretty pissed too.

"YOU'RE ACTING LIKE 3 YEAR OLDS!" I shouted at the boys, they stopped what they were doing and looked at me in shock. "I'VE HAD ENOUGH!" I stormed out of the room, shaking in anger.

Stop overreacting.

Stop overreacting.

It's only dance.

But dance is my everything.

Shut up brain!

I marched down the corridor until I found an empty dance studio, I didn't care if I had to pay for being in there. I wanted to get away from those 'children'.

"SUMMER? Oh there you are"

"Took you long enough" I stared at my reflection in the mirror, not looking up at him.

"I'm sorry" He said as he sat next to me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Mmm, but it wasn't just you was it? The longer this takes the longer it's all going to get dragged out" I finally looked over at him, my eyes immediately melting into his.

"We'll get it done, we're just having a bit of fun babe" He pressed his lips against my forehead, relaxing me. "Come on lets get back in there" He stood up and held his hands out to help me up.

April 8th

1 early flight to La.

1 long day filming.

1 late flight back to England.

And the music video for 'Wishes' was recorded, it just needed editing so that the video would be ready to be released on the 12th.

"Hello?" I smiled down the phone.

"Hey babe" Zayn's  voice replied.

"So how are you?" I asked as I played with a strand of my hair. It had now faded to a light pink colour, I liked the colour it just didn't look good on me, I wasn't keen on this whole pink hair thing anymore.

"I'm fine, what're you doing tonight?"

"I'm working till 7 then I'm doing a personal appearance at a club, why?"

"I wanted to take you out, maybe invite the boys along too but never mind" He sound disappointed.

"I'm sorry but I can't cancel" Guilt washed over me. Why should I be feeling guilty? This is my work.